Faeries Cymru (Welsh fairies).

 
 
 
Apple bough trees,
at the start of the fall,
ever heard the jackdaw's call,
honey from the summer bees.
 
 
The long peace,
this your lease
and all the dreaming,
made forward.
 
All things bright and beautiful,
the serving maid in a football shirt,
as she calms an anxious child;
that rose bowl twirl
and all the larks ascending,
 
the moon is full and golden.
 
 
 
 
~

On the passing of our Queen.